Massage Therapist

I've read several stories in Solotouch lately about massage therapists. Although I am retired now, I was a therapist for several years. I had a few regular clients that I became close with. After I had established a relationship with these guys, I eventually started to finish off their massages with a 'Happy Ending.' I feel that the penis is just another part of the body and that there is nothing wrong with rubbing it for these guys.

One day I received a call from a female. One of my regular clients, Ed, referred me to her. She was not interested in a massage herself, but was looking for someone for her elderly, widowed father. Normally I did not do outcalls, but she convinced me that it would be worth my while to at least come visit and check it out.

I arrived at the address I was given - a beautiful mansion. Margaret, the woman I spoke with, met me at the door, along with her sister, Janice. Both women were in their fifties. Later I had learned that both had been divorced and returned to their father's house to help take care of him, as well as the house.

The women sat me down and were very frank. Despite his age, their father, Don, was still a horny guy. He squandered money on prostitutes. They would often find him masturbating outside by the pool. When Margaret confided this to Ed, he suggested that she call me, and work out a deal where I would come in on a regular basis and 'take car of his needs', i.e. jack him off. She assured me that money would not be an object; and despite his peculiarities, he was really a nice man.

I was pretty much taken aback by this; but since I was there, I might as well meet Don. Even though he was little scatter brained, Don was very nice, and charming for a seventy-five year old man. When the women told him that I was a massage therapist and that they wanted him to start getting regular massages, he picked up on what was going on. We were all interested in working out a deal. The women shooed Don back into his bedroom, while we negotiated the arrangement. I was paid and Margaret showed me to Don's room.

Don was waiting for me on the bed. I helped him undress and had him lay on the bed. I pulled a chair next to the bed and we talked for a few moments. I explained that I was not a prostitute and that he could not touch me. I was more like a nurse. He accepted this. He was also a little embarrassed by the fact that he needed his daughters to hire someone to masturbate him. I told him that they were doing this because they loved him and wanted to make him happy.

With that, I started. I oiled up his penis and played with it to get him hard. He was enjoying the sensations. After a couple of minutes, he asked if I would mind if he looked at an adult magazine while I jacked him. I didn't mind, so he pulled one out from under the bed. He had quite a collection there. I later learned that jacking off to adult magazines was one of his life long loves.

So there I was stroking away on Don's hard cock, playing with his balls, while he was lusting over the naked women in the magazine. After about twenty minutes, he started to convulse and spewed out his load. He was totally relaxed. He thanked me profusely.

That was the start of a four year relationship. I came over three times a week to relieve him. As I got to know him better, I started bring new magazines for him to enjoy when I jacked him off. He was so appreciative of this, as his daughters would not take him out to get them and he had no other contact to the outside world. I loved the lusty look he got in his eyes, when I showed him the new magazines. He really love it. In addition to jacking him in his bedroom, he convinced me to stroke him off out to the pool on nice days. His daughters didn't like this, but they relented.

Don passed away a few years ago. He became a get friend of mine and left me enough money so that I don't have to work.